Chapter 6: Zekrom

Note: I lost the chapter last week. Couldn't force myself to write, so I waited till now to do it. Sorry for the delay. :P It's just that I really didn't want to write and went to transformice to vent. :P Yeah, I really was pissed off. Anyway. Let me explain things a little.

This chapter narrates the events of Pokemon White. Hence, the focus is on Zekrom. This chapter is canon with the next one, which is the events of Pokemon White2. Of course, Zekrom won't turn up next chap. ;) It's Reshiram as the focus next chap. Next to come after the Res chap will be the Kyurem chap, which is also the events of White2, only focusing on Kyurem. So…yay for kyurem. Another thing: I originally started my story with the original dragon, but I feel it is excessive and am going to cut it out. So, yeah. Now let me open up bulbapedia, and enjoy! :)

Screams.

Cries.

Fire painted the despairing earth a vivid red, and electricity cracked the weeping night sky, tearing it apart.

Death, thick as fog, hung around the vast region of Unova that night.

None went unnoticed.

The two dragons of Yin and Yang, Ideals and Truth who circled overhead certainly took note of everything.

The wails of a man as he struggled to shake his dead father awake. The cries of a Leafeon as it lay dying, blood matting it's green coat. The shriek of a mother as her daughter was crushed by debris in front of her eyes. The sobs of a child as he cradled his dead friend Oshawott. The eyes, shadowed with despair and fear, of the people in the Unova region.

The dragons had been ordered by their masters to do battle, and that they did- at the expense of everyone else. Really, it wasn't the dragons' fault. Fragments of the original dragon's heart, they were…programmed, you might say, to obey every word of the heroes of ideals and truth respectively.

Only that the heroes were dead.

Owning the dragons now were their sons, their direct successors. Folly lead them to begin the pointless argument again- which one, ideals or truth, was more important?

Of course, as any sensible person would say, neither was more important- they were equally important. Then again, humans at the time have never been known for their…willingness to accept new ideas, so, like any normal person would at that time the brothers did what they "had to".

We did change for the better, and lost our narrow-mindedness, but the consequences of the sons' folly were grave. Those were not subject to any form of change- they would forever remain as a deep scar in the history of Unova. After all, the dragons could hardly fight without destroying the region.

The massacre left a gash on the hearts of the dragons as well. They were pokemon, just like those they accidentally killed- they had emotions, they felt for others; but could not act upon those emotions. They could not force themselves to stop acting on their masters' will- be controlled by the selfishness of humankind. Perhaps it was their heart- their feelings that caused them to change into dragon stones. Who knows?

The Dark stone found it's way into a museum millions of years later. Proceeding, it came into the hands of a young trainer, Hilda. The Dragon of ideals was disgusted when it learnt about Pokemons' capture and usage for battle. What right did humans have to capture pokemon against their will and use them for their own purposes? Hesitantly, Zekrom drew the connection between the circumstances of his change of form and the capture of pokemon. So…pokemon were tools, merely something to be used to achieve something petty like an achievement, an award or, worst of all, fame?

Tools…better than dead. The dragon had massacred more pokemon than it bothered to count unintentionally. What difference did Hilda's actions have from its? They were both snatching away something precious from the pokemon, whether it was freedom or life. They were both causing some form of harm to the pokemon. With those thoughts, drowning in despair and angst, Zekrom spent its first few days in Hilda's bag.

Light- a ray of light as bright as Reshiram's feathers was introduced to Zekrom. Smiles…laughter…the pokemon in Hilda's team…were…happy..? But…why? How? How, with everything- their pride, their freedom, their status robbed of them, could they be happy? How did they even smile? Why? Perhaps humans were not as controlling as it thought.

Realisation struck a chord deep in the heart of the dark dragon. Readily, without much resistance, it was accepted and began to resound as a part of the dragon, it's understanding of the relationship between the two species. Pokemon were not tools. They were friends, comrades, someone to be respected and cared for, not to be shunned and looked down on. When a human hurt a pokemon it was as major an offense as if the one hurt was another human. Humans and pokemon were gradually edging towards even ground, a world, a utopia where things were fair and equal- an ideal. This ideal world which Hilda spoke of so often inspired the great dragon.

Zekrom wanted to help create that utopia- only that utopia would not be fictional but reality. That ideal which would eventually govern the world, the hope of a better future that lay in all pokemons' hearts would be made real. Both making up for the deaths of their ancestors and doing a favor to them, Zekrom would finally be granted peace of mind, no longer having to angst over the guilt it felt.

Hilda Zekrom wanted to help as well. She worked hard, toiled and travelled far, defeating strong trainers Zekrom only knew as "Gym Humans" and collecting metal from them. This was all so she would be granted access to the "Elite Humans" and, after defeating the "Champion Human" she would become the "Champion Human" in place of the previous one. Hilda, witty, inspirational, caring, smart, worked hard to defeat all the humans and stood at the entrance of the Victory Road, eyes shining with determination and resolve. Zekrom wished to help her achieve her ideals- and reveal that she was the new Hero of Ideals.

One thing, though, would not leave Zekrom's mind. Where was Reshiram and what had happened to it? Was it awake or did it still slumber in it's stone?

Before Hilda could fight the Champion Human, N appeared. Zekrom found that boy highly mysterious- he could understand the speak of Pokemon and believed humans should be eradicated for their sake. Initially, Zekrom could not agree more- it itself had once been treated like a weapon, a tool. Now, though, Zekrom thought differently.

N caused a castle to rise, and Hilda calmly stepped in, knowing it was the only thing to do. As she explored, Zekrom could not help but feel something familiar- a presence, one it did not remember too well but it knew it had felt many times before.

Finally, Hilda reached N. The boy spoke for a while and then a mass of feathers and fur crashed through the wall….no. It could not be true. What would Reshiram have to do with N? Why would it be here…unless N was…the Hero of Truth…

Zekrom thought quickly. It would have no choice but to reveal Hilda as the Hero of Ideals. Breaking out of it's stone, Zekrom showed itself and roared fiercely, putting on a show to match Reshiram's dramatic entrance. The dragon proceeded to face Hilda in battle for her to capture it.

As it fought, Zekrom could feel Reshiram's icy blue eyes fixated on it. The Dragon of Ideals could only imagine what Reshiram had gone through with N, both believing the world was a horrible place where Pokemon were treated badly and hurt. At long last, Hilda captured Zekrom, the slight smile on her face quickly reverting to a steely gaze at N.

Zekrom was sent out against it's counterpart, the Dragon of Truth, Reshiram. Why, Hilda? It didn't want to fight Reshiram- it merely wanted to give Hilda a chance to fight by revealing itself…. too late. Whether or not Zekrom wanted to attack Reshiram, N, Hilda and Reshiram wouldn't give it a choice. Reluctantly, Zekrom struck Reshiram down. Usually they were equal in power, but Reshiram, fueled by what seemed to be anger, made rash decisions that cost it the battle. The remainder of N's team was easily swept by the legendary.

Ghetsis was revealed to have been using N as a puppet all along, shocking all in the room. Reshiram…Zekrom thought, glancing at the poke ball that held it. Reshiram and N had been tricked by Ghetsis. They had wrongly believed the world was worse that it seemed- and it was all Ghetsis' fault. All of it.

Zekrom's anger gave it a surge in power, and it effortlessly swept Ghetsis' team, after which it was sent back to it's poke ball. It watched silently and triumphantly as Ghetsis and the members of Team Plasma left for jail….

Besides N. He spoke to Hilda for a while before sending out Reshiram. The Dragon of Truth seemed somewhat confused, not knowing what to do. Fighting to escape the confines of the poke ball, Zekrom tried to roar at Hilda to release it and failed, the sound simply echoing in the walls of the mechanism. Reshiram, with N on it's back, left for good. Zekrom slumped miserably. It had wanted to share the beauty and wonder of the world with Reshiram, to show it how great the world was.

Alas, it never got the chance.

I am really, really sleepy now….. *Yawn* Anyway I hope this chapter was up to standard as I was kinda sleepy while writing it. Then again, it's 12:35am. :P